River of Our Yesterdays

 

The wind hums a tune
about yesterday in blue
without you.
The sun doesn't shine
and the moon hides her face
behind the clouds.

I still think of the songs
we sang to the stars
and how many nights
I sat alone
after you had gone.

Now all my days are blue
as I sit waiting for you
to reconsider,
and it's lonely here
by the river
of our yesterdays.

       08/14/1975